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		<description>The original writings of author Hannah E. M.</description>
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			<title>A Poem for People Like Us</title>
			<description>A poem for the people who would take being a geek over a jock any day.</description>
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			<title>A Promise</title>
			<description>It's a simple statement, whispered in the dark of the nightIt's a gentle touch, letting you know everything's alrightIt's a solemn swear, a tight bond when spokenIt's a piece of glass, sharp when brokenIt's an umbrella to shield you from the stormIt's love or hate in their purest of forms</description>
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			<title>The Mystics Chapter Three</title>
			<description>	Reed staredboredly out at the rain drizzling down the window as his science teacher dronedon, trying to hold their attention for the last few minutes of the day andfailing. The last couple days had come and gone rather calmly. Although theevents on Alexis&amp;rsquo;s first day had earned her a ..</description>
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			<title>The Mystics Chapter 2</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Tell me again whyriding with me and my mom is better than getting a ride from your sister?&amp;rdquo;Alvin asked as he wiped that days slobber from his cheek.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;ldquo;Trust me I&amp;rsquo;d take mini vans over boybands any day,&amp;rdquo; Reed replied as the two of ..</description>
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			<title>The Mystics Chapter 1</title>
			<description>She ran through thedarkened house at full speed. It was nearly impossible to see more than a footin front of her but she didn't dare let that slow her down. When she reachedthe back wall she placed her hands against it and shut her eyes until she feltit slide away, revealing a hidden stairca..</description>
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			<title>The Mystics</title>
			<description>Reed Flores has spent the last few years dreaming of the one who got away, but when she comes back into his life he gets dragged head first into a world he never could have imagined.</description>
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			<title>Confessions</title>
			<description>I am strong but I am breakingI have faith but it is shakingI have pain without the gainI am free but in a chainI have love but it is lostI can smile but at a costI can sleep but can not restI've caused harm but am harmlessI am strong but I am breakingI am happy but I am fak..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/marshy16/1181698/</link>
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			<title>Once Upon A Time...</title>
			<description>A tale of an unlikely adventure.</description>
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			<title>Chapter Two</title>
			<description>	Lori walked into the crowed cafeteria, gripping a plastic tray with sweaty hands. She scanned the rows of picnic tables for Courtney and Jeffery, whom she met in orchestra class and so far her only friends. She'd never been the outgoing type, but luckily that hadn't bothered them; they talked enoug..</description>
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			<title>Chapter One</title>
			<description>	Mitchell's forehead beaded with sweat as he struggled to make the final drum roll last. He stared at Mr.&amp;nbsp;Forrest&amp;nbsp;praying that he would just end the song already. Finally he gave the cut off and right as Mitchell went to hit the drum one last time his drumstick flew out his hand...	...and ..</description>
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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>	It's 9:59 am. The conductors stand silently, watching the clock. The students sit patiently, waiting for the simple gesture that will stir them from their trance. The only sound the be heard is the gentle clicking of the second hand.	10:00 am. The conductors drop their batons. The students fly into..</description>
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			<title>Of Band Geeks and Orchestra Nerds</title>
			<description>Welcome to Joplin High, where the sounds of Tchaikovsky and Beethoven fill the halls.  But in a school divided by whether you use a reed or a bow, can two teens find a way to  overcome it's barriers?</description>
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			<title>Playing the Game Chapter 1</title>
			<description>	Life is like a game of&amp;nbsp;dodgeball. You have obstacles thrown at you from all directions that you can handle in one of three ways; you can learn to avoid them, you can face them head on and use them to your advantage or you can let them put you on the sidelines. But&amp;nbsp;unfortunately...	*BAM* &quot;..</description>
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			<title>Still Here</title>
			<description>I know we fight and argue till you make me want to cry.And you ask how I still love you but I can't explain the reason why.Others would have left you, would just pack their things and leave,But you should now darn well by know that those others are not me.Because no matter what it is that ha..</description>
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			<title>Heartbroken</title>
			<description>Tear streamed faces and broken hearts.Unheard cries in the dark.She calls you're name but you're not there,and if you were, would you care?</description>
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			<title>Close</title>
			<description>&quot;If you love someone, set them free.&quot;Sure sounds like bullshit to me.If you love someone, hold them closeAnd let them know you love them most.</description>
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			<title>Slipping</title>
			<description>My heart is filled with the words I can not say.And I don't know where I'm going but I have to find the way.It seems when I'm without you I lose it more and more each day.And though I try my best to save us I can not make you stay.</description>
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			<title>Ironic</title>
			<description>Isn't it ironic how you want to be the first one I call but you're always the least helpful when I fall?Isn't it ironic how you say you don't care what i choose but you're always there to judge my every move?Isn't it ironic how you put me on the bad end of you're joke but tend to get mad when I give..</description>
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			<title>Playing the Game: A Teenagers Guide to Living Life to the Fullest</title>
			<description>&quot;Do</description>
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